|This research is done on the series of books written by John Norman, the comments in italics are mine and my point of view.
Woman of Gor
In time I would come to understand more of what he
origin is lost in the past of this strange planet, that one
who speaks of Home Stones should stand, for matters
of honor are here involved, and honor is respected in
the barbaric codes of Gor.
"These stones," said my father, "are various, of different
colors, shapes, and sizes, and many of them are
intricately carved. Some of the largest cities have small,
rather insignificant Home Stones, but of incredible
antiquity, dating back to the time when the city was a
village or only a mounted pride of warriors with no
My father paused at the narrow window in the circular
room and looked out onto the hills beyond and fell silent.
At last he spoke again.
"Where a man sets his Home Stone, he claims, by law,
that land for himself. Good land is protected only by the
swords of the strongest owners in the vicinity."
"Swords?" I asked.
"Yes," said my father, as if there were nothing incredible
in this admission. He smiled.
"You have much to learn of Gor," he said. "Yet there is a
hierarchy of Home Stones, one might say, and two
soldiers who would cut one another down with their
steel blades for an acre of fertile ground would fight side
by side to the death for the Home Stone of their village
or of the city within whose ambit their village lies."
Tarnsman of Gor, pages 26 and 27